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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.