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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
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.