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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Brick,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Index,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.