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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.