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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.