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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.