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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.