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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.