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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
the Slits,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.