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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.