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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.