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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.