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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.