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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Organ,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.