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 Burundi and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Brick,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
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.