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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.