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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.