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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.