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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.