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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.