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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.