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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.