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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.