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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.