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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.