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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.