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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.