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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.