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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.