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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.