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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.