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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Magma,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.