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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.