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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.