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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.