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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.