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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.