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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.