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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.