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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.