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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
X-102,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.