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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.