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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.