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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.