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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.