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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.