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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.