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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.