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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.