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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.