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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.