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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.