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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.