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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.