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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.