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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Magma,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.