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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.