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 Senegal 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.