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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.