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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Wire,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.