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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.