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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.