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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.