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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.