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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Smog,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.