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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.