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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
UT,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.