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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.