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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.