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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.