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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.