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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.