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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.