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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.