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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.