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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Index,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.