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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.