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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.