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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.