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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Main Source,
Franke,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.