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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.