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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.