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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.