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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.