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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.