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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.