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 Greece and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.