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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.