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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
cv313,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.