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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Can,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.