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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.