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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.