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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 Bremen and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Wire,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.