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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Zapp,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.