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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.