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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.