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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.