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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.