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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.