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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.