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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.