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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.