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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
UT,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.