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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Nas,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.