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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Nas to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.