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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.