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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Visage,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.