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 Poland and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.