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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Can,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.