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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.