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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.