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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.