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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.