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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.