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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Smog to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.