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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Index,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.