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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.