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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Visage to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.