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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.