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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.