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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.