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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Lalann 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.