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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.