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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.