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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.