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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.