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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fortunes 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Fear,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.