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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.