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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.