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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.