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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.