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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.