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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.