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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.