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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.