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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.