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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
UT,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Index,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.