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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Lalann,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.