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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Association,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Skriet,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
UT,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.