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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.