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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.