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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.