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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.