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 Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.