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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.