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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.