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 Niger 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.