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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of 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.