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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.