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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.