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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.