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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.