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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.