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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.