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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.