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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Scion,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.