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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.