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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.