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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.