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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Television,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.