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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.