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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Martian to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
PIL,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.