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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.