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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.