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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.