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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.