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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.