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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.