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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.