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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 K-Klass 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.