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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.