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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.