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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Niagra 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Index,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.