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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Q65,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.