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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.