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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s 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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.