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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.