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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.