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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.