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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.