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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Can,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.