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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.