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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.