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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Symarip,
UT,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.