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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.