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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.