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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Mars,
Can,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.