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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.