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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.