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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.