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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.