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 Hungary 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.