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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.