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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.