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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.