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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Quantec,
Television,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.