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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.