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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.