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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Liliput,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Can,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.