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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.