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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.