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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.