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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.