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 India and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.