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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.