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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.