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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.