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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.