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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.