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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
MC5,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.