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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.