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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.