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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.