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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
The Move,
New Order,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.