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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.