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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.