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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Index,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
DNA,
MDC,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.