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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.