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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Pylon,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.