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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.