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 India and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.