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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.