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 Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.