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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.