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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.