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 New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Scion,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.