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 China and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.