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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.