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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.