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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.