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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.