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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.