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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.