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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.