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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.