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 Philippines 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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.