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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.