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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Lungfish,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.