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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.