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 India and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.