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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.