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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.