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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
10cc,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Liliput,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.