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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.