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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Monks,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.