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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Shoche,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.