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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.