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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.