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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.