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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
UT,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.