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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.