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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
The Sound,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.