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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.