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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.