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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
ABC,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.