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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.