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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.