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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Smog,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.