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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Section 25,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.