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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Visage,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Index,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.