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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.