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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.