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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.