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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
X-102,
The Move,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.