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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.