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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
AZ,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.