Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.