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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.