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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.