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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Smog,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.