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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
the Human League,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.