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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.