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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.