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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.