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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.