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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.