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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.