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 India and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.