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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.