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 Iran 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.