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 Russia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.