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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
cv313,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.