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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.