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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.