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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Can,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.