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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Brick,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.