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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.