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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.