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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.