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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.