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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.