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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.