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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.