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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.