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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.