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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Monks,
X-101,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.