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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.