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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.