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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Scientists to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.