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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Neu!,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.