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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.