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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.