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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.