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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.