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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.