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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.