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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.