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 Australia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Scion to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.