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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Q65,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.