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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.