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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Mars,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.