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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.