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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.