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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.