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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
X-102,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
10cc,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.