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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Television,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.