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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Visage,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.