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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.