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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.