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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.