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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.