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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.