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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.