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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.