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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Index,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.