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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.