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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.