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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.