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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.