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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Cure,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.