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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.