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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Technova,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Associates,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.