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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.