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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.