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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 J.B.'s 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.