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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.