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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.