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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.