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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.