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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.