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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.