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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.