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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Television,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.