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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.