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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
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.