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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.