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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.