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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
cv313,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.