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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.