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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.