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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.