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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.