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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.