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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.