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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.