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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
MC5,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.