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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.