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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.