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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.