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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.