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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.