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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
UT,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.