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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.