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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Scion,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.