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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.