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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.