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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.