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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.