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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
PIL,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.