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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.