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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.