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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.