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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.