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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Index,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.