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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.