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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.