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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.