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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Gong,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.