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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Yaz,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.