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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.