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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.