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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.