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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.