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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.