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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.