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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Brick,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.