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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Saints,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.