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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.