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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.