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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.