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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.