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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Technova,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.