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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Rod Modell 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.