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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.