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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.