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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.