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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.