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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pole,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.