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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.