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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Evens,
UT,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.