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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.