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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Excepter,
Q65,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.