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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Mars,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.