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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.