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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.