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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.