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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.