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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.