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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.