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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.