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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Ten City to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.