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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.