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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Cluster,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.