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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.