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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.