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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.