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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.