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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Japan,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.