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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.