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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Scion to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.