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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.