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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Slave,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.