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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Mars,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.