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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 Index to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.