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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
The Names,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.