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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Television,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.