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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.