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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.