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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.