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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.