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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
MDC,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.