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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.