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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
UT,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
AZ,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.