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 Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.