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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.