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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.