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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.