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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.