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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
UT,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.