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 Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.