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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.