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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.