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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Faust,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.