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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.