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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.