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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.