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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.