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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.