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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Nas,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.