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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.