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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.