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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.