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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Nas,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.