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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.