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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.