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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.