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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.