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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
AZ,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.