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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.