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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
UT,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.