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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Can,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.