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 Uganda 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.