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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.