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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.