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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.