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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.