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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.