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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Gong,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.