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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.