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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Television,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.