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 Norway 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Pole,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.