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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.