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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.