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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
New Order,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.