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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
The Motions,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.