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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.