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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.