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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.