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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.