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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.