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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.