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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.