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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.