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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.