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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.