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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.