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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.