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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.