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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.