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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.