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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.