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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.