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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.