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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.