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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.