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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Q65,
cv313,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.