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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Wings,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Wire,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.