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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.