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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.