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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.