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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Visage to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.