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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.