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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.