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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.