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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.