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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Wake,
Television,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.