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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Charles Mingus 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.