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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.