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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
PIL,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.