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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.