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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.