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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.